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[Happens after this email conversation between Harry and Mads, and refers back to this conversation between Mads and Sean.]
Still wondering why the fuck Mads couldn't have told him what the damned problem was instead of having him drag his ass over to East in the middle of a busy day, Sean wandered down the client room hallway looking for the missing Head of East. Where the fuck was the bugger? He'd said here, hadn't he? Behind him, he could hear Sala trudging stoically along but there was no other sign of lif . . . .
Still wondering why the fuck Mads couldn't have told him what the damned problem was instead of having him drag his ass over to East in the middle of a busy day, Sean wandered down the client room hallway looking for the missing Head of East. Where the fuck was the bugger? He'd said here, hadn't he? Behind him, he could hear Sala trudging stoically along but there was no other sign of lif . . . .